If you surround yourself with beautiful, gentle things
you will become beautiful and gentle, too.
I could let in the sunlight and the warmth
all through winter,
I could let in the coffee and clarity
all through my aloneness
until my next flight to Japan
and the hour before I depart.
I did not come here alone, no,
I brought all of the people who ever loved me
and all who will love me
and all the past selves
I thought I no longer needed.
Without knowing if I were loving
you or leaving you,
I came to this distant city alone.
But you’ve been beside me here, too,
each hour filling the spaces no hands
nor words could reach.
I hear you in every song, see you in
every bowl cut and Converse sneaker.
I fell in love back when I was still a lavender butterfly
and you were already a man.
To tell you about the visions I have had
and the red-enveloped letters
handwritten in your native language
mean less now than the happiness I am finding in the world.
I found pieces of myself here, too, bits and branches
and will find more
with hands in pockets
bicycle rides along Han River
walks along Tokyo’s boulevards
and on my own beneath indigo moons.